Rap 4 

Rap 4

Yo...ya'll have heard of your daily bread...
this is some shit on the real... Daily dread....yo...

In early days when my peoples was meeting early graves
and I was just a little punk fuck stuck in a daze
I tried to stare up at the clouds, find a million ways
to get in on this shit, the white rap craze
but the only way is if it pays, but now i got older
spits rhymes in spare times, my girl, what i told her
is this shit is lighting up the spot, like Mr. Spock
Vulcan death grip your neck faster than a phaser shot
and Tupac may be dead, lord let him be resurrected
and cleanse the rap game's pallet, step up, and protect it
from the new world order, weak minded verb splitters
recording fat turds, straight out of the shitters
and gutters of humanity, my dawgz are you feelin me?
Theres a new sheriff in town, one without a labotomy
come to the trough and get fed by my words, enlightened
by sacred scrolls handed down, pugilism reigns, the frightened
will be left behind blinded by my blast, final flash
end of the world, oracles even grubbing for cash
but we will be left standing, these times are demanding
the strong will rise up and put the sceptre in my hand and
the sun shines again, for all my dawgz, all my friends
and the world is reborn till we cleanse shit again